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Sep 2014
The Bottom Of A Glass

His face told the story
Of a man who'd seen his share
Of broken hearts and promises
And it seemed that no one cared

He finished off his whiskey
Then stared down through his glass
He said somehow I got lost in this
And watched my life go past

He said life had been his teacher
  He had learned from his mistakes
It had been a long hard lesson
That he learned all to late

Said you only have one life
And it goes by to fast
Don't waste your life looking at the world
Through the bottom of a glass

He said he couldn't see it then
But now it was so clear
That the bottle got the best of him
And it wasted all his years

He knew time had closed the door
And he could not change the past
Those answers he was looking for
Weren't in the bottom of the glass

Life had been his teacher
He had learned from his mistakes
It had been a long hard lesson
That he learned all to late

He said you only have one life
And it goes by to fast
Don't waste your life looking at the world
Through the bottom of a glass


Robert Gene Browning
Carl Joseph Roberts
The first original idea and draft of this poem was made several years ago by my friend Robert Gene Browning. Bobby and I grew up together since we were 11 years old and I consider him my closest friend. Bobby himself is a fantastic writer and like me dabbles in poetry and song. So with that I must give credit to him as this poem is about his personal feelings.  Because it is personal in nature he gets final say on the wording as to reflect what it means inside for him. We have changed single words, lines and entire verses over the last several years. We have also put this poem to song and have tried several different ways to sing it.  We have had many discussions on the many different aspects of this poem and changed the wording often. This is my latest modified version and I hope you enjoy.
Carl Joseph Roberts
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Carl Joseph Roberts  Florida
(Florida)   
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